We're PIRATES When We are FREE

Pyralis had been camping out in the Orchard since her meeting with Sparrow on Fireside's border. Of course, she'd taken plenty of time to go procure some items for the party that would eventually take place. She was curled up in her den taking another nap when she heard Sparrow's call. She blinked and yawned, stretching a bit before climbing out. Ok, party time! Grinning to herself she loaded bottles of mead, wine and ale onto her travois. They'd all been procured in one way or another… ok, she'd stolen all of them but this was a pirate party after all and it wasn't her fault the previous owners got their butts kicked/out-witted by an ancient old hag.

Pyralis arrived to see Sparrow and a couple faces she didn't recognize. Strolling up near the fire she set the travois down. "Hello, hello! I've brought plenty of booze procured in the finest of pirate practices. Everyone is welcome to whatever they want, though this bottle is mine." She plucked a ceramic bowl from the travois and poured a bowl full of red wine. She was gonna need, good grief was anyone in the band older than two years?

"Name's Pyralis. Older than dirt, looking for a few last hurrah's before I take the eternal dirt nap. Who might you two be?"